Lyrics:

Intro: [lp version] Yeah Yo son we gotta take it and go get the clarks man Yo, check it out, yo Yo, i got a new, wooooo!!! niggaz don't even know son Yo check the joint Boom, yo i got a crazy idea how to do clarks now Check it out, boom, this how you freak em, boom You go get you go get the cream joints right? boom Now now, all you all you dye, is this shit right here Boom, and this, yaknowhati'msayin? any color you want But it'd be like, blue and cream, yaknowhati'msayin? Shit like that, niggaz don't even know this stuff Word is bond i'ma rock niggaz this summer, on the real Knowhati'msayin? yo son, i had crazy visions Check it out check it out check it out, boom Just imagine if you buy, ooooh!! check it out Just imagine you bought navy blue, right A navy blue, a navy blue pair right, boom Of this, of this shit, knowhati'msayin? But dye gold top and got cream on top Then you can have any color like But you gotta drip it like it's marble cake... Intro two: raekwon the chef Knowhati'msayin? yeah yeah yeah yeah Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo Verse one: raekwon the chef Stand on the block reebok gun cocked Avalance rock get paid off mass murderous services Chef break em, watch the alley cats bake em Watch the alley cats bake em Four-nine made em, jah create em take em Quick fast we reflect like the sky be blue true Wu-tang saga continue Grab myer lansky crashin fantasy Get high fellas, stand by, 'here's the plan, see?' Sit back collectin' tecs n checks and Blowin slow in a montaro flexin Beats break heavily word to ins bless me Blow me like three bags of cess For real from the killa hill locked and caged in-acap